This is a song about "Welcome to my rap game it s real this is survival of the fitest do or die i m a reaper so u best fear your doomsday of facing me is drawing near"

This is do or die, this is my ambition,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Will i conquer, or will it get the best of me?

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

I play the best of my game, it blasts through a tape cassette,

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

The shit you do to me is no fault of your own,

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

But i'm so fly, and this is do or die.

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

This is not a rap,this is the calculas of all my energy

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

I prevent the leave of fear it has surrendered me to merit,

That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib